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Scars crisscrossed the hand he extended to me. “You must be the Red Reaper.”

He had an odd accent and his greeting wasn’t “hello, how do you do?” typical, but I’d heard worse. “You have me at a disadvantage,” I replied, shaking his hand.

Power sizzled up my arm. Whoever he was, he was a Master. And several hundred years old, at my guess.

“I rather doubt that.” As he gave me the same evaluating stare I was giving him.

“Stop undressing her with your eyes,” Bones snapped. “Though you weren’t at the wedding, I’m certain you’re aware that she’s my wife.”

The stranger laughed. He had unusual eyes, I noticed. Copper‑colored and ringed with emerald. “My invitation must have been lost in the international mail.”

Bones ignored that. “Mencheres, I hope there’s a reason you brought him?”

“He has information,” Mencheres said before turning to me. “Ah, Cat. Pleasure to see you again.”

After all this time, you’d think I’d have known better, butCan’t say the same was my first thought.

Bones gave me a look. I grimaced.It just flew out! Truth be told, I didn’t know why I always had a knee‑ jerk reaction of dislike with Mencheres. Maybe we’d been enemies in a former life. By now, I’d believe anything.

Mencheres didn’t comment on my uncouth version of “long time no see,” so I tried for something polite out loud.

“Mencheres. Hi.”

“Let’s get this over with,” Bones grumbled, turning to the other vampire. “Kitten, this is Vlad.”

A bark of laughter escaped me before I could stuff it back. Jeez, someone had issues. “Not too original. You’re the dozenth Vlad I’ve come across.”

His thin lips curled. “I rather doubt they came by their names at birth as I did.”

I waited for the punch line, but it didn’t come. Bones still had that annoyed but serious expression on his face, and with growing awareness, I saw that none of the other vampires were laughing.

Finally I found my voice. “You’reDracula? You have got to beshitting me!”

While I was busy being flabbergasted, the other undead guests said hello. Vlad was greeted with tempered courtesy by everyone except for Annette. She gave him a kiss on the mouth that had me shaking my head at her.

Oh, Dracula as well, Annette? I guess if Frankenstein and the Wolf Man were real, they’d already have double‑teamed you.

A wheeze came out of Mencheres. If I didn’t know better, I’d have said it was a laugh.

Bones gave me another “watch your thoughts, for bloody sake” look. I redirected my observations about Annette’s sexual history to the undead legend in front of me.

“Dracula. When I was sixteen and trying to learn anything I could about vampires, I read a lot about you. Bram Stoker almost made you sound nice, because the historical record paints you with a much nastier brush.”

Bones lost his frown at once and gave me an approving grin. I rolled my eyes.So it’s okay to insult him, just not Annette? Hypocrite.

“I don’t answer to that name, and you shouldn’t be so quick to believe everything you read. Recorded history’s nothing if not fickle. I wonder what it will have to say of you, Catherine?”

“My name is Cat,” I corrected him at once. “You remember mine and I’ll get yours right.”

After further introductions were made, we settled in the family room. Yes, the living room would have been nicer, but I wanted comfortable surroundings while plotting to murder one famed historical figure with another one. Vlad took the chair nearest me, situating himself as if it were a throne. He gave Bones an arch little smile that made me think he’d done it just to piss Bones off, which it had. Bones took his place beside me on the couch and clasped my hand, pointedly.

Despite the circumstances, the ten‑year‑old child inside me wanted to pepper Vlad with questions.Who’s buried in the church by your castle? Did you really nail turbans onto the heads of the sultan’s emissaries when they refused to take them off? When did you become a vampire‑before or after you supposedly drank glasses of blood on a battlefield as you dined among the men you’d impaled?

“A peasant of similar height. Yes. After, and it was red wine I drank.”

Motherfucker, I thought before slamming my mind shut.Another one.

“Impressive.” Vlad flicked his gaze from me to Bones. “I wonder where she learned to develop such exceptional mental shields? Have you been hiding something, young man?”

“Don’t come into my home and patronize me, you crusty old bat. You’re a guest, so behave as one.”

“Vlad…” There was a touch of reprimand in Mencheres’s voice. More interesting was that Vlad responded to it with a conciliatory flick of his fingers.

“Yes, right. I promised to set our differences aside for the greater good and that’s why I’m here. You know I don’t like you, Bones, and you don’t like me. In fact, if Patra had sided against you without also crossing Mencheres, I might be sitting with her now.”

Bones shrugged. “And if it weren’t for Mencheres, you and I would have danced a long time ago. But Mencheres holds you in high esteem and he must have a reason for it, so I’ll trust his judgment that you’re not the worthless sod I think you are.”

I blinked. Talk about an uneasy truce.

Mencheres stood. His courtly manners made him seem harmless, but I knew looks were deceiving. In a fight, I was betting he’d be terrifying.

“Bones, I was shocked to hear Patra used magic against Cat. It’s forbidden for vampires to practice magic, as you’re aware. But we do have an advantage. Utilizing such a spell will weaken Patra for days, which gives us time to strike back at her, if we can find her. Vlad has information on where one of her people might be.”

Bones turned a cold gaze to Vlad, who just grinned at him.

“Never thought you’d need something from me, did you?”

“You’ve already made up your mind whether you’re going to tell me or not, so either spit it out or rack off,” Bones replied shortly.

Vlad’s eyes flicked to me, and then, oddly, to Tate.

“I can smell his lust for Cat. He doesn’t even try to hide it. Pisses you off a great deal to have someone in your line openly lusting after your wife, doesn’t it?”

“Hey, just a minute,” I began, even as Bones raised a brow and snapped, “Your point?” to Vlad.

That thin‑lipped grin widened. “I’m getting to it.”

SIXTEEN

SANTA LOOKS LIKE HE’S BEEN HITTING MORE than the eggnog, I thought as I strolled by the mix of people waiting in line to get a picture with ol’ Saint Nick. Right now, a nip or two of the hard stuff sounded good to me, too.

Tate tightened his arm around me. It still felt wrong not to pull away, but I didn’t. I leaned into him and smiled instead. Weren’t we the perfect picture of a happy couple?

“You’re so beautiful,” Tate whispered, nuzzling my cheek. His mouth slid until it covered my own.

With my job, it was standard operating procedure to kiss undead targets. Hey, when playing a horny chick trying to get a guy alone, that was expected. But Tate wasn’t a target, or a stranger, or someone who’d end up dead by the end of the night.

Unless, of course, Bones lost his temper and killed him before this charade was over.

Tate’s mouth was cool over mine, but getting warmer by the contact with my heated flesh. He wasn’t a bad kisser, either, I couldn’t help but notice, even though he’d kept things respectable by not slipping me any tongue. I tried not to dwell on the fact that I was kissing my friend. Tried to treat this like any other job, but I was failing.

I pulled away, a little too abruptly than my act as his date would have warranted.

“Um…I want some cotton candy,” I blurted.

Tate lowered his head to whisper one word near my ear.

“Chicken.”

He was right. If this was just another job, I wouldn’t have thought twice about faking a little passion, French‑kissing the fangs off him, or even grabbing his ass to make things appear more authentic. But this wasTate, so the objectivity I normally had was gone. Aside from my own lack of personal detachment, at any minute, I kept expecting Bones to leap out of a corner and rip Tate’s head off.

Yeah, Vlad had a point. No one wouldever think Bones would tolerate me wandering around a carnival making out with the man he hated.

Above us, kids screamed in delight as the Mad Hatter ride whirled them even faster. The Tilt‑A‑Whirl off to our left had similar squeals coming from it. Add that to the other rides, the countless conversations from people, Christmas songs blaring, metal grinding of the machines, and it made for a continuous chaos of sound around us.

Somewhere in the midst of this carnival, according to Vlad, was Anthony, one of Patra’s henchmen. Anthony had a thing for Christmas carnivals. Enough not to have the good sense to stay away from them during a war. Then again, everyone thought it was someone else who’d get nabbed, sold out, followed, or killed. I was guilty of that myself. I hadn’t imagined Max would be waiting for me at my mother’s. So who was I to throw stones at Anthony for assuming no one would know what carnival he chose to visit tonight?

Hell, maybe Anthony wouldn’t show up, and this was just Vlad’s idea of a funny trick to play on Bones. To say Bones hadn’t liked the idea of me playing Tate’s girlfriend was to put it mildly. Bones had muttered a string of curses that raised even my brows, then said something along the lines of “Looks like Christmas came early for you, wanker” to Tate when he finally agreed it was the perfect ruse.

Of course, Vlad’s intentions tonight could be more sinister, too. Mencheres didn’t seem to think that Vlad would set us up. Bones must not have, either, or I wouldn’t be here, but there was something to be said about trusting a vampire who openly didn’t like Bones.

“Keep your eye on the prize,” I muttered to Tate, avoiding his gaze.

A snort came from him. “I am.”

That made me pull up short on my way to the cotton candy vendor. Tate and I were never alone anymore, so aside from our main goal, this was also the perfect time to set some things straight.

“Look, Tate, you have got to get over this…thingyou have for me. It’s affecting our friendship, our work, and you take your life in your hands every time you bring it up in front of Bones.”

Tate came closer, lowering his voice, not that it mattered with all this background noise. Another vampire would have to be within spitting distance to focus in on our conversation.

“Do you know why I won’t shut up about how I feel about you? Because I didn’t say anything for years. We were friends, but I kept hoping with time, more would develop between us. I’m not making that mistake again, hesitating when I should have moved forward. I don’t care if it pisses Crypt Keeper off or makes you uncomfortable, I’m done pretending that I only want to be your friend.”

Tate leaned down, and I had to either let him press next to me, or cause a scene and wrest away.

“Don’t tell me the thought’s never crossed your mind, either,” he said very softly. “I remember that night we kissed, before Bones showed back up in your life. You weren’t treating me like just a friend then.”

Figures he’d bring that up, I thought, frustration and annoyance competing within me. One evening of way too many drinks and loneliness had led to a kiss that should have never happened.

“You’re an attractive man, and I’m not dead. Yeah, the thought crossed my mind once or twice. But that was before Bones came back. I can honestly say it hasn’t happened since.”

“Sometimes I hate Don,” Tate spat.

I was baffled. “What does my uncle have to do with any of this?”

“Don knew what you were from the moment you were born, and I’d known him for three years before I met you.Three years, Cat. That fucking torments me. All Don would’ve had to do was look you up six months sooner than he did. Then you wouldn’t have met Bones first, you would have met me. We like each other, you’re attracted to me, and as a fellow vampire hunter, I would have been your perfect man. You would have fallen in love with me instead of ever loving Bones.”

I was amazed by how much thought he’d put into this‑and the worst part was, if Ihad met Tate before Bones, there was a good chance I might have ended up dating him. I couldn’t say I’d have fallen in love with him, but there was nothing about Tate that made him unappealing as boyfriend material.

“Or I could have been killed on my first mission, that’s a more likely scenario, because then Bones wouldn’t have trained me first. And even if it all went like you described, it still wouldn’t have worked out between us.”

“Why?” Tate asked harshly.

“Bones would have been hired to kill me. He was offered the hit during the years I ran from him and the undead world didn’t know of our connection. So either Bones would have killed me, or he would have been intrigued by my being a half‑breed and captured me, like he did when we first met. Either way, you and I still wouldn’t have made it. Sometimes two people just aren’t meant to be together.”

“I don’t believe that,” he said, stubbornness written all over him.

Refusal to quit in spite of overwhelming odds. That’s what made Tate such a brave soldier, but in this regard, it also made him hold on to something he should let go of.

“Things will change,” I said at last. “One day, you’ll meet a woman who’ll make you realize your feelings for me weren’t the real deal. And when that happens, I’ll be happy for you.”

Tate shook his head. “Or you’ll realize Bones isn’t the man you thought he was, and you’ll leave him. Come on, Cat, you barely even know him.”

“I don’t know Bones?” I repeated. “You’re kidding me, right?”

“He’s almost two hundred and fifty years old, and you’ve been around him, combined, for less than one year,” Tate stated flatly.

“I know what counts,” I said in a hard voice, stung.

“Or you’re blinded by infatuation. Bones is a former pro, Cat. He’s been romancing women for centuries. Annette’s told me some things about him, and I gotta say, sometimes I don’t know whether to stab Bones‑or shake his hand. Someone like that doesn’t just wake up one morning and change everything about their life by becoming a one‑woman man.”

Tate’s voice became rougher, lower, and he turned until I faced him.

“But I’ve been by your side for almost five years. You know you can trust me. You know I’d never lie to you, or cheat on you, and baby, he will. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but it’ll happen. And when it does, you’ll leave him. And I’ll be waiting.”

This conversation was going nowhere. So much for talking sense into him about our friendship. I shot Tate an exasperated look even as I pasted a fake smile on my face and headed back to the cotton candy vendor. I couldn’t swill gin here, but I could pound sugar while waiting to see if Anthony showed up.

Three cotton candies and two spins on the Ferris wheel later‑hey, nothing beat the Ferris wheel for getting a good vantage point‑there was still no sign of Anthony. Or any other vampires aside from Tate. It was after ten, so most of the youngest kids were gone by now. Santa was looking less jolly as the time dragged on. No doubt he was counting down the minutes until midnight, when the carnival closed.

Tate and I hadn’t spoken much since our prior argu ment. We continued to act like a happy couple. Tate played a marksman game, much to the dismay of the carny behind the counter, since with Tate’s military background and new vampire status, he nailed every target. I then had to walk around holding a huge stuffed polar bear.

Oh yeah.No one looking at us would think we were out hunting vampires.

Therefore, I was surprised when Tate abruptly spun me around, kissing me like it was the last thing he’d get to do before dying. My muffled protest was stilled when he whispered, “He’s here.”

I dropped the polar bear to wrap my arms around Tate, kissing him back with equal fervor and sending my senses outward.There. About fifty yards away, a tingle of inhuman power hung in the air.How nice of you to finally come out and play, Anthony. Unless this was some other vampire who’d decided on a little Christmas cheer. That would be just our luck.

That current of power came closer. Whoever this was, he’d felt Tate, too, because now he was heading straight for us. I put a little more oomph into kissing Tate. He groaned, tightening his arms around me. Between his grip and relentless kiss, there was a reason for me to be breathless when he finally lifted his head.

The vampire was only a dozen feet away now. Tate didn’t bother with subtlety‑he stared at him and let the barest hint of green peek out of his navy gaze.

“What do you want?”

I turned‑and blinked.This was the person we were supposed to take out?

Wide brown eyes stared at me from a face that appeared no older than fourteen. He had curly black hair, a somewhat pronounced nose, and a slender build that accented his youthful appearance.

“I’ve never seen you before,” the vampire said. His voice was more in line with his aura. He might not look old enough to see an R‑rated movie, but his vibe gave him away at an easy couple hundred years old.

Tate let me step back a little, but his arm didn’t leave my shoulders. “Why should you?”

The vampire smiled, showing he had dimples. God, it made him look even younger.

“Because I know a lot of people from our…country. But not you.”

Tate gave the vampire a frosty smile. “I’m new, you could say. Name’s Tate.”

The vampire cocked his head. “Who do you belong to?”

“An asshole,” Tate said at once. I wanted to smack him.

A dry laugh escaped the vampire, again at odds with his boyish appearance. “Don’t we all? I’m Anthony.”

Score!I mentally shouted. Here’s hoping Anthony wasn’t another mind reader, or we’d be screwed, although Bones assured me that ability was very rare.

“You never answered my question,” Anthony said, that pleasant smile still dimpling his face.

Tate rolled his eyes. “Why should I? I’m not hunting, I’m just here with my girlfriend enjoying the festival.”

“Let me give you some advice, sonny,” Anthony said. To anyone close enough to overhear, it would be comical having someone who looked like a teenager calling Tate sonny. “When you meet one of us, you introduce yourself, and that includes who you belong to. Or one of us might get pissed and decide to teach you manners.”

“Bones.” Tate let the name hang in the air before muttering, “Asshole,” again.

Yes, I knew it was part of the role, but I also knew he meant it, so I really wanted to smack him.

Anthony glanced around, so quickly that if I hadn’t been watching his every movement, I would have missed it.

“You’rethat Tate,” he murmured.

Tate folded his arms. “Isn’t it your turn now?”

Anthony’s smile grew challenging. “Patra,” he said, waiting for Tate’s reaction.

Tate flicked his gaze around in much more of a pronounced manner. I shifted, too, but in apparent confusion.

“What are you guys talking about?” I asked.

“Nothing you need to worry about, baby,” Tate replied, giving my shoulders a reassuring squeeze. “Anthony here, uh, works for a competitor of my boss’s and they’re both fighting over the same contract. If you ask me, I wouldn’t mind if his boss wins it.”

Anthony raised a brow. “Really? That’s a bold statement to make to a stranger about your…boss.”

“Let’s just say I had a chance to assist your boss before, but I didn’t take it, and now I have buyer’s remorse over what I could have gone home with instead of what I got,” Tate said. His posture straightened from a relaxed stance to open defiance.

Anthony must have heard about the part Tate played back at Mencheres’s house right before it went boom, because he nodded.

“What if your mistake could be remedied? I happen to know my boss would be very interested in any information a…corporate spycould provide.”

Tate smiled. “How does your boss reimburse? Because I’d want moneyand protection.”

Anthony waved a hand. “You can’t imagine how handsomely my employer rewards those who serve her.”

I’ll just bet, I thought cynically.Unless, of course, you’re talking about the people who serve Patra because she’s threatened to kill their family if they don’t.

“Do you have to talk about business now?” I asked, making my voice petulant.

Anthony seemed to notice me for the first time. He gave me a thorough once‑over, and there was nothing prepubescent in it. How typical that his first reaction had been to dismiss me because I had a heartbeat.

“Who’s your friend, Tate?”

“Kathleen,” Tate said, calling me by my middle name. “Isn’t she gorgeous?”

“She is,” Anthony agreed, moving closer. His eyes glittered. “But with those looks, that red hair, and her heartbeat, she reminds me a lot of someone I’ve heard of.”

There was open challenge in his voice. I gave Anthony my most innocent “who, me?” look.

“I like to role‑play,” Tate replied with an edge to his tone. “So I had Kathleen change her hair color and wear contacts. You got a problem with that?”

Anthony’s arm whipped out, and he yanked my jeans down over my left hip, then my right one. There was nothing on either but smooth, unmarked skin.

Tate bristled even as I hid a smile.That’s right, buddy. No tattoo anymore. Hurt like hell when Max sliced it off, not that you would have heard about that, but now its absence is coming in handy.

“You touch her again and we quit talking,” Tate growled.

Anthony seemed to relax. “Is she a good likeness of the real Reaper?”

Tate shrugged. “Close enough to count.”

I’d had my hair dyed back to its normal crimson shade, all the better to smell like its color wasn’t natural, and I was wearing contacts with blue flecks in them. Just enough to change my gaze from clear gray. Plus my skin was freshly darkened, all thanks to a quick rub from a self‑tanner that helped hide its normal luminescence. That had been Vlad’s idea. Drac was crafty indeed.

So far, the role‑playing act was working. Anthony wasn’t running for his life or his weapons.

“Do you have to talk about thatother girl?”

I pouted, which would be expected, considering the topic. Tate kissed the top of my head.

“Not anymore, baby.”

“Then can we go home?” With more pouting.

Tate looked down on me with an indulgent smile. “Got a little business to take care of first, then I’m all yours.”

Anthony licked his lips. “Splendid. I’ll take you to my supervisor, Hykso, who can finalize our transaction. Just let me bring my car around back. Less notice that way.”

“I don’t think so, friend,” Tate said, steel underneath his genial tone. “You might change your mind and decide to involve other people in our business, and I don’t want to spend the rest of my night beingdead dead.”

Anthony managed to appear offended. “It never crossed my mind.”

Tate smiled intractably. “Then we leave now, together.”

Anthony chewed his lower lip with normal, flat teeth. The gesture was so boyish, he could have been one of the older kids waiting in line to get a picture with Santa. He surveyed the people around us with indecision, either for the obvious leave‑taking, or more sinister regrets.

I wanted a chance to nab Anthony’s “supervisor.” The higher up we could go on Patra’s chain of command, the better this night would turn out to be.

“If we don’t go with him, I still want to leave,” I whispered, rubbing against Tate in a way that left nothing to the imagination as to what I was offering as incentive.

“You’ve got five seconds before she changes my mind,” Tate told Anthony, kissing me with a hunger that was too raw to be mistaken for anything but real.

“All right, let’s go,” Anthony said.

Tate dragged his lips from mine. Green swirled in his eyes. My mouth was slightly swollen from the fierceness of his kiss, and I was a little out of breath.

“Let’s gotonight,” Anthony repeated with annoyance, beginning to shoulder his way through the people with the rudeness of a vampire who had somewhere else to be.

SEVENTEEN

WE FOLLOWEDANTHONY INTO THE PARKING lot. His ride was a black stretch limousine. As soon as we approached it, I squeezed Tate’s hand, but he’d already sensed it.

“Who else is in there?” he demanded, halting a few feet away.

Anthony grabbed Tate just as the doors opened and two vampires streaked out. One helped Anthony hold Tate, and the other yanked me by the arm. That single gesture told me in a split second they didn’t know who I was. If they had, this chump would’ve had me in a bear hug at knifepoint.

“Don’t hurt us!” I wailed. There were only four of them, plus Anthony. Two of them were Masters, but not overly strong, so I guessed this was Anthony’s guard for when he went out on the town. There were too few of them for it to be a setup.

Tate swung his gaze to me with sudden clarity, then smacked at the hands restraining him.

“I’ll get into the car, no need to shove me,” he barked.

Anthony didn’t let go, but he nodded to the other man, who held the door open with sarcastic flourish. “After you.”

Mentally I sent messages to Bones, telling him to back off and let these punks lead us straight to Hykso. It was a step of faith‑I didn’t how far away he was or if he could hear me. It wasn’t like I could check the bars on my cell phone, after all.

I hunched my shoulders and scurried after Tate, letting fear leak out of my pores, a neat trick I’d developed over the years. To a vampire in a controlling position, it was the sweet scent of victory.

“What’s going on?”

My voice trembled for effect while I measured each of the five men in the limo, gauging their strengths. They hadn’t frisked me for weapons, which was just not smart. I had two throwing knives taped to my upper back, and the heels on my shoes weren’t wood.

“We’re being kidnapped,” Tate answered coolly as the car sped off. “Don’t worry, they’re only interested in me.”

Anthony grinned, elbowing his closest companion. “Can you believe the luck, finding one of Bones’s people at the carnival? Patra will be so happy!”

The other vampire didn’t share Anthony’s giddiness. His gaze traveled over me in a calculated manner.He dies first, was my instant decision.A thinker, didn’t need one of those.

“And his gray‑eyed, red‑haired friend? You haven’t mentioned her.”

Something was in his hand, and I made a bleat of terror as a normal person would when it pointed at me. A gun, well, getting shot hurt less than getting burned, that was for damn sure. As long as he didn’t blow a hole in my head or heart, any other area could get fixed.

Anthony giggled like a joke had been told. “Kratas, why Patra assigned you to me, I’ll never know. She’s a fake, of course. Tate’s into role‑playing. He’s got a thing for the real Reaper, it’s common knowledge. Maybe I’ll keep the redhead for a while. She’s not important, so Patra won’t need her.”

Kratas sent Anthony such a jaded look that the other vampires were suddenly at attention.

“None of you can think past your cocks,that’s why Patra assigned me. Can I imagine the luck? No, I can’t.”

Anthony seemed a little sobered by that. He considered me more objectively. Then he shook his head.

“Her hair smells dyed, her eyes have some blue in them, and her skin…it doesn’t have a hint of glow, and she’s got no tat. Plus, you didn’t see the two of them when I came into the carnival. They were all over each other. Bones wouldn’t let his wife fool around with the youngest member of his line.”

Kratas gave me another hard stare. “Waste of time to mesmerize her and ask,” he muttered, almost more to himself. “If she’s not the Reaper, she’ll claim innocence, and if sheis, she’ll still claim innocence, since they say vampire powers don’t work on her.”

A brunette vampire shrugged. “Then kill her, it’s not worth the risk.”

I let out a frightened squeak for effect while I mentally readied myself for a fight. But Kratas was already shaking his head.

“And risk losing our most valuable hostage ever? I think not.”

“I have an idea,” one of the other vamps piped up. “Have them fuck. He wouldn’t risk the death sentence if that’s the Reaper, and neither would the real Reaper do it.”

Tate let out a disbelieving chuckle even as my hand tightened over his.

“Come on, guys, you expect me to get it on now, when the poor girl’s shaking in fear? No thanks, I’m not into rape.”

Kratas, to my dismay, seemed to like the idea. He cocked his gun. “You into death? Because this gun’s filled with silver bullets, and that’s what you and your girlfriend are gonna get unless you do it. Here, we’ll even give you some space.”

With questionable helpfulness, the other vampires cleared off our seat and scrunched next to each other on the opposite one. Tate and I had their undivided attention. Great. Now what? They were all too alert for us to make a move. No, they had to be off their guard first.

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